Тональность: D major
Intro 1
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Verse 1
knock a man
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down if you don't like the cut of his clothes
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Could you put a man away if you don't
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want to hear what he knows
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Well it's happening right here people
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dying of fear by the droves
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And I know most of you
Verse 2
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Either don't believe it's true,
Gm
Or else you don't know what to do
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Or maybe I'm singing about you,
Who knows.
Gm
Verse 3
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Gm
It's incredibly sick,
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Gm
you can feel it, as across the land it flows
Prejudice is slick when it's a word game,
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it festers and grows,
Gm
Move along quick,
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it furthers one to have somewhere to go
You can feel it as it's rumblin'
Verse 4
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Let emotions keep a tumblin'
Gm
Then as cities start to crumblin'
Mostly empty bellies grumblin'
Interlude 1
Here we go
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C#
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Verse 5
somebody different fear
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is the first reaction shown
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Then they think they've got him licked the barbaric
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hunt begins and they move in slow
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A human spirit is devoured the remains
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left to carrion crow
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I was told that life is change
Verse 6
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And yet history remains,
Gm
Does it always stay the same
Do we shrug it off and say
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Only God knows
Interlude 2
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Verse 7
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By and by, somebody usually goes
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down to the ghetto
Try and help but they don't know why
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folks treat them cold
And the rich keep getting richer and the rest
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of us just keep getting old.
Gm
You see one must have a mission
In order to be a good Christian
If you don't you will be missing
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Gm
High Mass or the evening show
Verse 8
Gm
And the well fed masters reap the harvests
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of the polluted seeds they've sown,
Gm
Smug and self-righteous they they
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bitch about people they owe,
Gm
And you can't prove them wrong,
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they're so God damn sure they know
Gm
I have seen these things with my very own
eyes and defended my battered soul,
Verse 9
Gm
It must be too tough to die,
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American propaganda,
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South African lies
Will not force me to take up arms,
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that's my enemies' pride,
Dm
Ands I won't fight by his rules
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Gm
that's foolishness besides,
Verse 10
Gm
His ignorance is gonna do him
in and nobody's gonna cry,
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Because his children they are growing
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up and plainly tired of putting up
With bigots and their silver cups
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They're fed up, they might throw up
Outro 1
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